Heartbreakers: The Cursed Child- Book 1

Chapter 19

Yulia's POV

As I walked down the stairs I heard that bitch whimpering and crying out in pain. Boys can't handle any types of pain. I cackled quietly, I felt so good after beating him up and making him bleed.

What if you used a knife? Torture him with silver whips? Something more... painful. Maybe drain his blood till his body looks like a raisin...

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I bumped into a chest that felt much softer but I knew was much bigger than I thought, though I didn't know who it belonged to.

"Move out the way, bitch." I mumbled the words lazily, not expecting a reply until I was given one.

"Who the fuck you talking to?" The booming voice vibrated in my ears as they echoed inside my head. I turned to look up at this guy and as soon as I locked eyes with the person, both of our eyes widened in surprise.

It was him. It was really him. They were two different guys. Instantly my eyes began to fill with tears as an unusual warmth spread around me, this guy felt much different, a quiet sob escaped my mouth as my head fell back down.

It had only been a few minutes that my dark side had been released and already it was retreating as if it had detected some sort of threat.

"You're the one from the balcony. Aren't you?" His voice had changed to impossibly soft and lighter than the beastly screech he had erupted with before.

"Uhm... yeah. That was, me." I sniffed, keeping my eyes on the ground as my mind drifted to who the fuck William was. A fucking stranger who tried taking advantage of me. But another thought came to my head.

How did he know I was here?

I couldn't help but make the question even deeper, making me almost cry out loud.
Does he know this guy?

"Hello? Are you okay? Still alive there?" A huge hand was waving in front of me face, I would have jumped back in surprise, had I not been thinking about those answers. A few stray drops of my tears fell onto his hand and I felt a deep, dark coldness evaporate from his body, spreading over us. He kept his hand there as I frantically wiped the tears from my face.

Out of nowhere, two fingers lifted my chin upwards, forcing me to meet his gaze as the voice bellowed again. "Why are you crying ? Who made you cry?" I could hear the concern anger in his voice. I didn't even know who he was, not even his name, and already I was comfortable with him, a different kind of comfort that I'd only felt with the love of my life. Not the danger and discomfort that I'd felt with Will. Warm and meaningful. But why would I feel that way with someone I'd only just met?

Yulia, you need to stop it. You're getting attached to him! Stop with the fucking attachment, you're gonna end up getting hurt.

I quickly snapped from my daydream and moved his hand away from me before stepping back and scowling at him.

"Don't fucking touch me! Keep your hands to yourself, got that?" I gave him an angry look, one of utter disgust and pure hatred as I glared at him with my poisonous eyes.

"William is not my boyfriend just so ya know." Throwing it over my shoulder to Anne, I made my way to the front exit after leaving some money on the counter to pay for the room. As soon as I got to the doorway, John stepped in front of me, blocking my way from the gateway to freedom.

"And where do you think you're going young lady?" He was clearly understanding the William situation and was now frowning at me.
"I'm going out. Duh." I didn't change my tone of annoyance and I saw a look of acceptance wash over him, instantly making me feel a pang of guilt.

"You've worked hard enough to pay the due money and extra. You can leave when you want to." He whispered in my ear before giving me a sad smile, patting my shoulder and moving out of my way, hugging Anne as soon as she arrived by his side with tears in her eyes. They knew I was going to leave soon. It had only been four days and they already loved me so dearly, I was their daughter and because of my stupid dark side, I was ruining it all.

I gave a small smile with my eyes and turned to leave but as soon as I turned my attention from them, I locked eyes with the same crystal blue eyes I had seen from the balcony. They belonged to someone else, no wonder I had a feeling that told me something was wrong right from the start.

I turned my head to leave but this time a fat stomach pushed me backwards, making me fall onto my butt.

"Well, well, who have we got here? Hmm, a pretty young lady that is, for sure." That same dirty croaky voice and the scent of cigarettes. The mouth with half missing teeth and dried cracked lips. His bulging eyes and fat bumpy nose. The thick and bushy eyebrows. He was here.

My father's friend, the dirty old bastard. How had he found me?

I had only one way of getting out of here and that was to play dumb.

«Извините, мне надо...»
But before I could even finish he whispered something in my ear, his breath raking all over me.

"You better run, pig. Once I catch you, you're dead." He hissed the words in my ear, his spit flying everywhere, before offering me his hand, helping me up before moving out of the way and mock bowing at me, allowing me to exit before he entered.

I knew that I was in trouble. But little did I know that that trouble was going to get worse.